Page 32 of Gorgeous Nightmare

I just don’t want to believe it.

Once I’m bare, the larger one stands behind me, locking his arms between my elbows, holding me open like a doll on display.

I don’t watch as the man in front of me undoes his zipper, the sound causing every alarm bell in my head to go off.

Searching the room for some sort of escape plan, I come up short, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try.

Moving quickly, I throw my head back. The back of my skull connects with the guard behind me, and I hear a soft crack before he releases me.

He scrambles to grab his nose, blood pouring out everywhere like a macabre waterfall.

“My fucking nose! Fucking bitch,” he shouts, as the other guard reaches for me.

I slip away quickly, but don’t get far before I feel fingers entangling in my hair.

Feral screams rip from my throat as I’m dragged back so hard I can feel pieces of my hair being ripped out.

I scramble backwards, both guards stalking toward me like they’re hunting prey.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” the taller one growls, eyes narrowing on me as he stalks closer.

My body tries to bring me to my feet, but I’m not quick enough.

He pushes me back to the ground, stepping on my face with his boots as he starts to undo his belt.

“Bad girls get fucking punished,” he chuckles. “And fuck am I going to enjoy making you bleed.”

His dick springs free from his pantsas the other guard drops to his knees between my legs, forcing them open with his rough hands.

“Flip her over,” the one above me orders as he lifts his boot from my face. I choke on my breath, the tears forming quickly.

I don’t want this.

But it doesn’t matter what I want.

I’m theirs to use now.

They roll me over, forcing me onto my hands and knees. The one behind me grips my hips, dragging them back towards him as the one in front of me drops to his knees, lining my mouth up with his dick.

A single tear trails down my cheek, but before it can fall, a gloved hand reaches up, wiping it from my face.

“Yes slut, cry for me,” he says before lifting his mask just above his jawline, placing the tear soaked glove to his tongue. “Fucking delicious. You aren’t gonna have any of these left by the time we’re done with you, dollface.”

Without warning, they both breach me, like they've practiced this before. No lube, no stretching. I cry into the emptiness, the only reply is the soft hum from the fluorescent lights.

“Take it, bitch,” the one in front of me growls.

My vision goes white as they pound into me, a relentless battle of them versus my body.

And I’m fucking loosing.

It feels like hours have passed by the time they’ve had their fill of me.

My body is bruised and bleeding thanks to the knife and scalpel they found in the room. At least they didn’t break anything… at least not that I can feel.

Not that I can feel much right now other than the dull ache of being used like a fuck toy over and over again.

They drag me into the corner, pullingback the curtain to reveal a toilet and a shower-like hose extending from the wall like a snake.

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